Olivia Wantagh Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Still, whore’s a laugh—sassy, loud, “look at me!” vibe. Like Adèle dancin’, hair flyin’, not givin’ a toss. My precious, I’d share a pint with whore, swap tales! Bet she’d say, “Gollum, you creepy git, I like ya!” Heh, makes me grin, that. Whore’s a mirror—shows us nasty bits we deny. Love that flick, love whore—both raw, real, messy as hell! What’s yer take, eh? Tell me, precious!

Wantagh Shop Closed For Running Illegal Massages, Prostitution: Police

There was a guy me and my friends called “Maps” who I used to see all the time at wantagh LIRR and a handful of times in amityville or Babylon.

I can barely sum it up, dear friend. Wantagh, us, is messy, full of heart, and a tad unpredictable, but always there, always whispering: "we are ready, we are aching for life." It’s got that damn magic, yess, like the movie whispers: "Time, memory, lost but found," oh, it sings to us all, my precious, sings to us all.

Police: Amityville man found with gunshot wound dies in Wantagh